After I died, the male supporting characters all turned black and went crazy

Song Qi's attention was quickly drawn to her fingers.

For some reason, he had a strange feeling in his heart.

It seems that those hands have...

Su Ping had just touched her when Song Qi suddenly reacted violently, sitting back and holding her hand.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

Looking at Song Qi, who was suddenly breathing rapidly, she asked in confusion.

She didn't press it very hard just now, so why did it hurt so much?

"You, please let me slow down a bit..."

Song Qi's voice sounded a little uncomfortable. Su Ping looked down at her hands with some doubt. Did she really use that much strength just now?

But before he could lower his head, Song Qi quickly reached out with his other hand and covered her eyes.

Feeling the slight trembling of his eyelashes in his palm, he said in a hoarse voice, somewhat awkwardly: "Don't look."

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Su Ping was a little confused. Although he didn't understand, he expressed respect.

Song Qi felt tortured both physically and mentally, but he just didn't want her to see him like this.

Time passed minute by minute, and just when Su Ping's legs were about to ache from standing, Song Qi slowly let go of her hand.

"Okay."

Because of the previous experience, Su Ping was hesitant to use more force at first. Later, he found that even after he increased the force a little bit, he still didn't make a sound, as if he didn't feel any pain.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

She stopped and looked at Song Qi, who looked calm.

Song Qi shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

After she pressed on him for a while, she could visibly feel that the swelling was less severe.

This medicine is really useful.

Su Ping felt like his old waist was about to break after squatting for so long.

Just when she straightened up and wanted to rub it, Song Qi in front of her suddenly grabbed her hand again.

Under her gaze, Song Qi picked up the disinfectant wipes beside him and wiped off the remaining medicine and odor on her fingers bit by bit.

"It's dirty. I'll help you clean it."

His eyelids were half closed, and his beautiful eyelashes could be clearly seen. At this moment, his eyes were staring at her fingers without blinking.

He cleaned her hairs one by one very gently, with a serious look on his face, as if he was treating a rare treasure.

Hearing these words spoken in such a tone, Su Ping's face began to turn hot again.

If you know, you would think she is talking about her hand. If you don’t know, you would think she is talking about something else?

Sensing her avoidance, Song Qi subconsciously squeezed her hand tightly and said without raising his head, "Wait a moment, it's not clean yet."

His tone was filled with stubbornness and doting that he himself didn't even realize. Su Ping felt a little confused as she listened.

I simply stopped talking and let him wipe my fingers.

After wiping all ten fingers, Song Qi nodded with satisfaction and smiled.

But for some reason, he suddenly felt a little regretful.

Why does the senior sister only have ten fingers? If she had a few more, he could hold her hands for a while longer.

Su Ping felt more and more that his attitude towards her was not right. After thinking about it, she couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Song, you don't like me, do you?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water, pouring over him from head to toe.

After being stunned for a moment, he restrained the smile on his face and looked at Su Ping with a somewhat cold look.

"Senior, what are you talking about? How could I like you?"

Hearing the negative answer, Su Ping felt relieved.

She was afraid that he started to treat her differently because she teased him and had sex with him that night.

If I had known he was so easily fooled, I shouldn't have lied to him in the first place.

Looking at the obviously relaxed expression on her face, Song Qi suddenly felt a little annoyed.

Is she so happy to hear that I don’t like her?

That's right, he approached her only because of his sister. How could he possibly like someone like her who thought that money could solve everything?

But for some reason, seeing her so happy, he felt a little unhappy.

He simply turned his head, closed his eyes and lay down on the folding bed.

Looking at Song Qi's rapid mood changes, Su Ping felt a little puzzled.

What word did she say to upset him? If he didn't like her, then he didn't like her. She didn't force him to like her, so why did this guy turn against her so easily?

Looking at the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, Su Ping remembered that he seemed to have a fever.

By the time she found the mercury thermometer from the box, Song Qi had already closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

She just approached with the thermometer, but before she could lift his clothes, Song Qi grabbed her hand.

At the same time, his eyes suddenly opened and stared at her without blinking, their brightness a little frightening.

"What are you going to do?"

Su Ping was speechless at the alert look in his eyes. What did this mean?

Could it be that she would still plot against him here?

But his body temperature seemed to be even hotter than before, and even his face was pink, looking like he had blush on.

Quite cute.

"You have a fever. Let me take your temperature."

She just checked and saw that there was fever-reducing medicine in the box, but she needed to know his temperature to know how much to give him.

Song Qi felt his head getting more and more confused, and he suddenly felt sleepy, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

I didn't hear clearly what she wanted to do, so I just nodded lightly and let go of her hand.

Seeing him groaning with his eyes closed as if in pain, Su Ping simply lifted his arm and inserted the thermometer.

He was sweating a lot under his clothes, and he looked like a big steamer.

But the strange thing is that even when he sweats, his body doesn't smell. Instead, his face is pale, which makes people feel distressed.

Su Ping felt that he might be a little crazy, and couldn't help but slap his face twice to wake himself up.

I feel sorry for the man, he will be unlucky for the rest of his life!

It was so abnormal that she actually felt sorry for Song Qi. She would get some Chinese medicine to take good care of him when she got home.

Song Qi felt like he was in dire straits, his body alternating between hot and cold.

But the hand on his face made him feel very comfortable, so he couldn't help but grab it.

When we took out the thermometer, we found that his fever had reached 38.9°C.

After Su Ping fed him the medicine, she was using a towel to cool him down physically when he suddenly grabbed her hand tightly.

"What are you doing? Let me go."

Su Ping tried to struggle twice, but found it was completely futile.

Even in his sleep, he was still very strong, as if he had some kind of obsession, and she couldn't break free at all.

"I'll count to three. If you don't let me go, I'll..."

She thought about it, then suddenly leaned close to Song Qi's ear and threatened, "If you don't let me go, I'll beat you."